The Pink Pill 2

By Soichiro Irons

The experimental SWITCH-UPTM drug once again finds its way into unwitting hands - and two girls find out the hard way that taking mystery drugs isn't always the best idea! What will happen when the soft-spoken Emma becomes Emmett, the massive horny man? Furthermore, how will Melanie handle his grabby advances?

The Pink Pill 2 is an 6500 word long erotic story and contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature. For adults only!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Soichiro Irons
• Release date: Feb 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301010325

Soichiro Irons

I am an erotica writer.Life is an experience.Enjoy it.

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The Pink Pill 2

By Soichiro Irons

Published by Irons Erotica Press

Copyright 2013, 2016 Soichiro Irons

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This is an erotic short story. All characters portrayed are above the age of eighteen. You must be of legal age to purchase and/or read this story.

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Following the direction of her eyes, my gaze fell upon her new cock – and I swallowed involuntarily. It had been flopped lazily along her muscular stomach before; it was now rock-hard and bobbing softly in the open air. I watched it, mesmerized by its rhythmic movement.

"I’ve never seen your eyes so big, Emma said, smirking seductively. Do you want to touch it?"

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You still haven’t asked anyone yet, have you? I teased, poking Emma playfully in the shoulder.

Shut up, she chided, rolling her eyes as she regarded me. "You don’t have anyone to go to the dance with either, Melanie, so don’t point fingers!"

I couldn’t argue her point and shrugged as I took another bite of my sandwich. Emma and I were what some might charitably call ‘loners’…neither of us had any real friends on our community college campus besides each other. In all honesty, though, neither of us had much of a problem with that; we despised the place and hated every minute that we spent there.

Unfortunately, our aloofness had left us desperately short of the school spirit hours we needed to graduate; it was a stupid